Zin had no clue what she was doing here. She was tired and just wanted to sleep. But that was the last thing she would get. The dreams were getting worse. They were vivid, erotic, and she always woke up panting, sweating, her body screaming for release.
The music thumped in her ears, grating her nerves raw. Her two best friends were on the dance floor grinding with two random guys. She watched as she nursed her beer noting they looked happy and carefree. Something she hadn't felt in forever it seemed.
All she ever did was work and school. When was the last time she got laid? Oh yeah, the guy in her study group. Sure, that had lasted all of 10 minutes but there had to be more to it than just spreading her legs and the guy getting on and off. Literally.
The vision of the man in her dreams wafted to mind and she shook her head against it. NO! She would not sit here and fantasize about some stupid dream but still, they distracted her during the day, Sometimes she could feel HIM rub her shoulder, run his tongue along her ear as she sat on top of him with this enormous cock buried inside her.
What disturbed her the most was that he always bit her right on the jugular when she came. She would beg him every time to bite into her flesh. The feel of his teeth tearing into her made her lose her breath as she rode out the most glorious orgasm on the biggest cock she had ever taken inside her. What scared the total shit out of her? Was that last night they had kissed afterwards and she could taste her own blood on his tongue and she absolutely loved it.
Her friends came back with their new guys and she tried to join in the talking, chatting, drinking of the night. Zin gave up after a few minutes, sighed deeply and closed her eyes. He came to mind instantly. He was tall and broad shouldered. Long black wavy hair that hung past his shoulders. Eyes the color of a deep dark forest. Tattoos that ran from his neck, down his arms, chest, stomach, stopping just short of those firm hard hips and thighs.
"Zin? Zin?! You ok?" One of her friends asked, shaking her hard. Her eyes popped open as she realized she had been moaning softly. She mumbled something and ran for the bathroom.
She hid in a stall, head buried in her hands. What the fuck was wrong with her?! She was failing at work and class. The last three months she had been hiding from everyone because she didn't want anyone to see the changes in her. Like the "super" hearing she developed. It was so acute she could hear her friends talking at the table through the blare of the music and could hhem dumping her and leave with their guys. Fine with her, she was a fucking mess anyways.
She left the stall, washed her hands and went into the crowd. As she made her way through the happy drunk people, the back of her neck prickled. She looked up to see HIM standing by the door. she gasped and felt her body flood with a driving aching hunger she only felt in her dreams. She blinked... And he was gone. Shit, she needed to get OUT of here now.
She bolted out to an inky night and lit up. Yeah, she shouldn't smoke but she needed one right now. Her body was screaming for a release she sure as hell couldn't give it. She closed her eyes and took another drag. Her neck tingled again. Zinnia knew he was close by but didn't open her eyes.
"Zinnia?" A soft voice asked in front of her.
"Go away. You're not real." She whispered to the air.
"I assure you, I'm very real," the voice said. A hand grabbed hers and she stiffened but offered no resistance. It was placed on a hard chest could feel a heartbeat, heat, muscle and she shivered.
"If you're real then I'm fucking nuts," she said softly. Fingers lifted her chin and she opened her eyes. The cig fell from her hand. He was REAL! He smiled softly and moved his hand to her hair, pulling her against him. His arm wrapped around her, letting her feel every hard inch of him. Oh yeah, he was as fully endowed as she had dreamt. He even smelled like he should. Warm, musky, and all male.
